3 Ways

Indications

 "That? Just that?" Namjoo repeated over dinner. "That sounds like a total bargain!"

"We don't even know who the hell he is or what he really does. Why would you want to trust someone who put his hands around my throat?"

"You know, Victoria's got a point," Chorong agreed. "That's a self-kill. I'd never trust anyone who tried to kill me."

"But nothing happened, he didn't do it." Namjoo tried.

Victoria let out a rough sigh and turned to Namjoo, "If I hadn't defended myself, I wouldn't be here right now. You want to lose a sister?"

"You don't have to put it like that," Namjoo mumbled.

"Just...never go back there," Chorong advised.

"No, I want to find out who closed mom's case," Victoria stated. "Perhaps, if I go to the police department again, I can request some information about it."

"And run into that ass again? I don't think so." Chorong raised her brows.

"I'll make sure I don't run into him." Victoria assured.

"I don't think our family has anything much to guarantee by now," Chorong mumbled before suggesting, "let me drop off my resignation letter and I'll go with you, just in case."

"Fine." Victoria gave in.

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To be honest, Chorong felt uneasy walking back into the school. She was glad to have chosen to come during the time when classes were in session. That way she wouldn't have to bother running into curious students or nosey teachers.

The glass remains in the field had been swept clean and the broken windows were yet to be replaced, but during the meantime some protective sheets had been nailed in to prevent the wind from swarming into the office. When Chorong entered the principal's office she discovered that the principal had been replaced by another person, someone whom she'd never met before. It was a little awkward, but Chorong finally managed to hand him her resignation letter and slid out of the room as fast as she could.

Closing the door nervously as if she were sneaking out of a classroom, she turned around and walked a few steps down the hallway before stopping. Chorong felt her eyes run over the plaques on the wall and the pictures of the teachers in the school. How proud they must feel whenever they walked by. To be able to see their own picture sitting on the school wall to remind them of the deeds they performed everyday must make them feel special indeed. She wanted to be proud of herself like that someday. Woohyun would be so proud of her and she suddenly thought of him dying in her arms quietly.

Slightly gulping back her emotions she turned around only to bump into someone.

"Oh...I'm sorry," she immediately apologized, but when she looked up she met with the bright smile of Suho. "Ah...hi."

"Hoping to be up there someday?" he asked sticking his hands into his pants pockets.

Chorong turned around to follow his gaze and realized that his picture wasn't up yet. "Actually, yea, but maybe some other time...when I'm actually ready." He looked at her quietly, which made her continue, "I resigned. Rashly coming here wasn't such a good idea. I should've been more prepared."

"Yea, for the school," he agreed, "and the principal. I knew she was kinda scary."

Chorong laughed a little embarrassed suddenly conscious of the stitches on her. "Looks like she won't be around any time soon though."

The two of them laughed before standing awkwardly and Chorong wondered for a second why she was still sticking around.

Clearing her throat she said, "Then...I'll go now. It was nice meeting you, I hope everything goes well for you here."